#not the grammar in the tags tho

[voidfanatic]

Mmm Tank (Traducción en texto alternativo)

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Eng: (I hope nobody has done this before, if that's the case, I'll give credit just tell me). The image I downloaded was crunchy that's why it looks like that 👻

Esp: (Espero que nadie haya hecho esto antes, si es el caso, daré crédito solo dime). La imagen que descargué estaba crunchy es por eso que luce así 👻

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

When I see stuff like this I kinda want to bash my head into a wall:

To start off, I’m not sure whether this person was commenting on book or show Cersei, but honestly, it doesn’t even matter because she’s so much more than the ‘ambitious villain’ or the ‘murderous girlboss’ tropes in both the book and show.

(Of course, I do have my issues with the way Cersei was written in the show like most people but this is simply a rant post so I’m not going to go through the differences of Show vs Book Cersei)

Cersei is a female character who was shaped by her environment, who’s insecurities were created by her environment, and she’s a woman who’s idiotic mistakes can be traced back to how her environment shaped her. She’s much more than a murderous girlboss, she’s both a victim of the system and also a beneficiary of it, while also acting as an agent of it to keep the status quo while also desiring what the system denied her.

Cersei is NUANCED and complicated and even now people hate that about her and want her to have been a purely evil woman handcrafted in a vacuum, ignoring the context of her life because readers would rather not engage with Cersei’s victimhood and nuances because that ruins their idea of: She Was The Problem and Always The Problem. (People would rather say that she deserved her walk of shame instead of interacting meaningfully with the theme of systematic gender-based violence that is so prevalent in Cersei’s story. The exploration of patriarchal violence in Show Alicent’s story is done so horribly in comparison.)

And what really pissed me off about these tags is that this person has clearly decided that they don’t care to interact with the nuance of Cersei and are fine with flattening her, and yet they shit on others for not liking Alicent.

Because of the way Alicent is written in this show, she almost always has a ‘woe is me I can do no wrong’ attitude, which of course drives people away from the character (woe is me I deserve to take a child’s eye 🥺). However, what actually annoys me is how she’s made out to be stupid, foolish, ignorant, and inconsistent due to the horrible writing of this show, all of which are deviations from her book characterization. Also, I despise it when people want me to support writing decisions and changes made in adaptations that are downright misogynistic and are meant to attract the male gaze.

But what pisses many people, including myself, off is how the changes made negatively impacted many other characters. Alicent’s terrible characterization is like a black hole that distorts and warps the whole story! It’s annoying af!

So when people like this say: ‘She’s nuanced and people just can’t handle it 🙄;’ I say: No. She’s horribly written and a different character from the book and people have a right to be critical about these changes that stripped a female character of 1) her agency and 2) her intelligence!

And the thing is, there was little reason for the writers to have made all these changes to Alicent’s characterization! In the book she is an interesting character with clear motives and understandable reactions. She’s cunning and ambitious and acts the way a noble lady who became queen would. And despite her clear ambitions and dislike of Rhaenyra, she still makes a comment wondering about who would protect the Princess from Ser Criston, and yet she then takes Cole into her service after his falling out with Rhaenyra. That’s a perfect example of nuance! Show Alicent could never compare to book Alicent’s clear moral values and consistent disregard of said moral values in pursuit of power.

And because of this, Book Alicent isn’t easy to stomach. It’s hard for most people to come to terms with a character like her and it’s even harder for people to feel sympathetic for her at the end when she went mad with grief.

On the other hand, Show Alicent was designed in a way to garner pity, and when the writers felt like her current arc wouldn’t be enough to garner the specific reaction they wanted they would then throw in a time skip and suddenly she’s completely different and yet still Thee victim. She’s designed to be as sympathetic as fucking possible! The camera angles, the background music, and the lighting is set up in a way to make sure you the viewer feels pity or sympathy for her! Cause that’s her role in this series! She’s thee Ultimate Victim!

But too bad for the writers as many people are fed up with this kind of inconsistent writing. Even when the writers created a whole new challenge for Alicent where she’s shitted on by the green council and forced to face the beast she helped to raise, I and many others could never feel any satisfaction as it was clear that once again Alicent was being made to be Thee Ultimate Victim who was just led astray by the patriarchy and was a victim of it and was only just realizing it so don’t you pity her don’t you feel sad for her and now she’s trying to do the right thing so pls pls pls pity her 🥺~ So it shouldn’t be surprising that many people are annoyed by these eNLiGhtEnEd changes that have led to a complete deviation from the source material.

To summarize: Cersei is an excellent fucking character who’s by no means easy to stomach, and because she’s not easy to stomach she’s often reduced to annoying ass tropes by dumbasses who are reading above their comprehension level. But when you actually try to understand her, you can easily see why she turned out the way she did and you can feel sympathy for her while understanding that she’s both victim and perpetrator! On the other hand, Show Alicent is a mess and HOTD is trying to make her serve a different narrative role than she did in the books so ofc people are going to be unhappy with the changes as book readers are once again faced with the annoying reality that the writers don’t give a fuck about the source material.

[lapinposts]

how it feels to read people on this site criticize death of the outsider

[fever-project]

Fairy Reveal

Short thing about a half fairy!Hyrule reveal, because I’m obsessed. Also Warriors info dumping about fairies, because again, I am obsessed. 2,947 words give or take. Ao3 link Here. Also @crazylittlejester, you said you wanted to read this once I finished. Hope you enjoy!

Everybody has secrets, that much is obvious to every Link here. Sometimes, secrets don’t need to be shared, but sometimes they want to be shared.

Hyrule was deliberating over whether or not this secret wanted to be revealed or not. Hunched over on a log, chin propped up by his hands, his mouth a thin line, staring directly at the fire in front of him, he was thinking quite hard about this.

“You doing alright?” Wars asked him, leaning over into his field of view.

“Yeah, sure,” Hyrule mumbled back, continuing to stare unblinkingly into the flames.

“Seems like someone is speaking an untruth right about now,” Wild sneered.

“Champion, please just say lying, like a normal person would,” Wars sighed.

“Well I think saying untruth is a very normal person trying to do,” Wild retorted, “Right vet?”

“Well,” Legend crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back on his log, “I would be saying an untruth right now if I said it wasn’t.”

Warriors groaned as the rest of the group laughed. Well, most of the group. Sky already fell asleep, Four was half-asleep, and Hyrule was busy contemplating his entire existence.

“Hey untruther!” Wind piped up, “Wanna talk about what’s bothering you? Are you still hungry?”

“I can solve any hungriness,” Wild added.

“N-no, I’m perfectly fine and content, no extra food needed haha,” Hyrule awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. He actually was still hungry, but he’s been hungrier before, so it was…not fine, but manageable. Actually he should probably get some food, because if he didn’t, they might try to get him to talk about feelings.

“Actually, I could go for a quick snack right about now.”

“Egg?” Warriors…suggested? while pulling out a weirdly large egg.

“Yo! Where’d you get that?” Wild excitedly examined the egg, while the others also looked at it in varying degrees of confusion.

“Did you nab that from my farm?” Time asked. Warriors shrugged with an uncaring face.

“Maybe I did, but it doesn’t have any Cuccos in it, and that’s what matters I’d say,” he turned to Hyrule, “So, wanna eat it?”

Hyrule did want to eat, for some odd reason. It looked appetizing. So, with a shrug, he held his hands out to receive the egg.

“It needs to be cooked first, Link.”

Hyrule took his hands back until he could receive a cooked egg.

“I think he should be able to slurp up the yolk if he wants to,” Wild said.

“Champion, why would you say that?” Twilight sighed, already far too tired for this conversation.”

“I support the champ!” Wind shouted.

“I support the champ cooking this giant egg in my hands,” Wars playfully flicked Wind’s forehead, getting a punch to the arm in return.

“It’s your egg, cook it yourself,” Legend said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes.

“But he’s eating it!”

“I’ll eat it if no one wants it!” Wild piped up again.

“He clearly wants the egg,” Time sighed, “how about we get to cooking this egg already. Is anybody else hungry?”

“If he has the yolk, can I have the shell?” Four sleepily asked. Everyone else just looked at him as he yawned, before lying down and promptly falling asleep right there and then.

“…So we’re putting eggshells in his breakfast tomorrow, right?” Wind asked, “Everyone in agreement say aye!”

“Aye,” rang out throughout the camp.

“Aye,” mumbled out a sleepy Four. The awake Links laughed, and Hyrule hoped that this meant they forgot about why this conversation happened in the first place, however unlikely that possibility was.

…

“This is the weirdest tasting egg I have ever eaten,” Wild commented as he had a bite of his own weird-egg-omelette. Warriors had quite a few of those eggs on him, much to Time’s bewilderment.

And it was a weird tasting omelet, weird in the fact that Hyrule loved it. He definitely wasn’t a picky eater, he, along with Wild, would eat anything they could. Wild seemed to just love food-and things that were decidedly not food-while Hyrule was used to eating all he could to survive. Unlike Wild, he actually seemed to have very specific preferences for what he actually enjoyed to eat. This egg was one of those very few things, along with the milk from the Lon Lon ranch, so maybe it was something about that place that spoke to his tastebuds.

“I…do not like this egg,” Twi admitted, “I dunno, it just tastes…”

“Weird?” Legend suggested, poking his own barely ate omelet with his fork, “I don’t really like it either.” He handed his omelet to Hyrule, who gleefully ate it up without a second thought.

“I like it,” Time stated, “kid, you like it too, right?”

Even though Wind had already finished half of his omelet, the look on his face screamed that he didn’t want any more.

Warriors heartily laughed, slapping Time’s back, “Honestly, most people don’t like these eggs. Zelda was one of the few people that wasn’t a light fairy who actually enjoyed it!”

Hyrule nearly choked on his third omelet, from Twilight, surprised from what Wars said.

“W-what do you mean by that?” He questioned soon after after he recovered. Hyrule was a light fairy, and Wars was the one who offered the egg to him, so did he know about him being a fairy already?

“Aren’t all fairies light fairies?” Wild asked, making another omelet but with his own eggs.

“No, there are dark fairies-“ before Legend could finish his sentence, Warriors sprang into a frenzied rant.

“So you know those healing fairies-the ones you typically find in pots right?” He didn’t leave any room for them to answer, “So those are typically-typically-light fairies. There are around five different attributes a fairy can have give or take.

“There are light fairies, dark fairies, fire fairies, water fairies, and lightning fairies. And you may be thinking ‘aren’t light and lightning fairies the same?’ no, you buffoon!” he grabbed Wild by his face and shook him vigorously, “They couldn’t be completely different from each other, and I will not hear so much as a feeble whimper saying otherwise!”

“I-I wasn’t even thinking-“ Wild tried to say-while still being shaken-before Warriors shoved himself away and pranced around the camp at a concerning speed.

“Of course you weren’t thinking because no one thinks about the fairies! My beloved fairies, who deserve more than being trapped in those dastardly pots! One of the few things that can contain their might.”

“I wouldn’t-“ Twi started to speak, like the others once tried to do. And exactly like the others, Wars ignored him and continued his spiel that has clearly been bubbling under the surface for a long, long time. Hyrule was starting to think that Wars was the half fairy here with all this. Wait, was he?

“Did you know that during the war-of course you don’t, I don’t talk much about it haha! But during the war I found many a fairy in a pot. I freed them, obviously, and they stuck with and helped me fight in minor skirmishes even though I told them not to! But besides all that,” Warriors finally stopped running around the camp and sat down, cross legged, “I feed them, and there are certain foods that only certain fairies like based on their attribute. For example, light fairies enjoy the Weird Eggs. It makes them more powerful as well! And did you know fairies of a certain attribute can also learn spells from attributes that aren’t their own? And did you know that blah blah blah…”

The chain listened intently to Warriors extremely long and passionate speech about fairies and all their powers throughout the night. Hyrule learned a lot more about himself than he thought he would. He only knew about light and dark fairies, as most of the chain did, but now he knows about three more types of them! Even though he wasn’t raised by fairies for long, he felt like that he should’ve been taught about them.

When the morning came, Wind convinced Wars to ramble about fairies to both Sky and Four to catch them up, with Four having eggshells with his breakfast. He was not happy about that. Then the conversation somehow went to fairy clothes, which Hyrule gleefully kept an ear open for.

“So with fairy clothes,” Wars began, much calmer than he was last night, “they can help bolster a fairy’s strength. There are attribute specific, so a certain outfit can bring their light damage up while another can bring their fire cost down.”

“How did you find out about that?” Four asked, sipping his tea and eyeing his eggshells.

“The fairies told me, obviously,” Wars scoffed, “Actually, I have fairy clothes on my person right now.”

The group watched Wars rummage through a bag a few minutes, Hyrule, Time, and Four being the most curious out of all them, before he finally pulled out a rack of tiny clothes.

“Ta da!” Wars cheered, “Here are some of my light fairy clothing, but the accessories are…somewhere else in here, ugh.”

“Is that a small version of your own clothes?” Four asked as he eyed the rack, “And, wait a sec-“

“Is that Fi’s clothes?!” Sky shouted, grabbing the rack and taking off a blue and purple dress and holding it up, “It is! How-“

“It’s the Spirit Dress! That’s-that is what it is called,” Wars explained, “Based it off Fi, as you said.”

“You’ve met her? And you’ve never told me?”

“Now there, I’ve never said I’ve met her-“

“You’ve never said you haven’t-“

“Aren’t those the traveler’s clothes there?” Four asked, pulling everyone’s attention to a specific piece of clothing on the rack. Hyrule got up and walked over to the clothes, determined to see them for himself. Sure enough, Four was right. It was an exact replica of the outfit he had when he was a kid.

Grabbing the fairy clothes and furrowing his brows, he tried to think figure out if his fairy mother gave these to him on purpose, to help him out. He could feel this magic within the tiny threads within these clothes, and maybe if he was more in-tune with magic when he was younger, he could’ve known if his clothes had magic within.

“They don’t really look his clothes,” Wild commented, snapping Hyrule out of his thoughts. Hyrule laughed awkwardly, quickly debating on whether or not he should tell his friends anything.

“Um, yeah. But I did wear clothes like these when I was younger-and is that my flute?!” He had just noticed that, his mind having completely glossed over that. And there it was, a mini version of his flute attached to the belt. He looked at Warriors quizzically, hoping for an answer.

Wars shrugged a bit before speaking, “Huh, I knew that it was based off of some hero. And yeah, the light fairies love flutes, Lofti especially,” he laughed, “She’s one of my many fairy friends by the way.”

“How many fairy friends do you have?” Time asked, examining the clothes while holding up a top that looked very similar to something that Miss Malon would wear.

“Oh, many, practically ever fairy in Hyrule I’d say!”

“Really? I’m impressed.”

“Oh it’s nothing.”

“I feel like we’re ignoring the fact that we’ve just learned that the Captain over here is this guy’s successor,” Legend pointed out, pointing at Hyrule, who was still looking at the replica of his clothes.

“I feel like successor is stretching it a bit,” Wars waved him off to talk more about his fairy friends to Time.

“We still haven’t-“ Sky stopped himself and sighed, rubbing his temples. Four gave him a pat on back while eating the last of his eggshells.

“Successor or not, why fairy clothes?” Wind asked with his signature scrunched up face.

“Popular with the fae, eh traveler?” Twi teased, arm placed squarely upon Wild’s shoulders.

“Ha, yeah, yeah…” Hyrule trailed off. Would this be a good time to tell them? When would be a good time to tell them? Maybe he could just pass it off as he just had the ability to turn into a fairy, but he wasn’t actually one. But he that once the truth eventually came out, it could shake up the trust that they had for him.

Or maybe he was just being paranoid. That. That was likely the truth here. Hyrule couldn’t help but sigh at himself. Yeah, better reveal the truth now than never.

“I couldn’t say whether or not I’m popular with the fairies,” Hyrule chuckled, “But I would say that I’m closer to them than most Hylains.”

“Oh really now?” Wars sneered, leaning over to Hyrule, “What makes you think that, traveler?”

“Hmm, well, it might be because of the fairy blood in me.”

You could hear a pin drop in the few seconds after Hyrule said that. Warriors reeled back, sputtering while trying to process what Hyrule just said. Similar reactions were held across the entire chain, all the while Hyrule was trying to keep up the best poker face he could. In an instant, Wars had grabbed Hyrule tightly by his upper arms, practically squeezing him. Wars breathing was uneven while Hyrule’s has been put on pause.

“You,” Wars sounded exuberant, his voice a higher pitch than normal, “You’re a fairy?!”

“Tech-technically I’m only half fa-fairy,” Hyrule said as he tried to regain his breath.

Warriors’ eyes grew wider, and he lightly shook Hyrule a little before turning to Time.

“He’s a half fairy,” Wars practically hissed, “He’s a fairy.”

“Cap-captain,” Time held out his arms to grab Wars, “calm down now-“

“I’m perfectly calm!” Wars hissed as he shook Hyrule a few more times, “Fairy-just, fairy! He’s a fairy. Fairy fairy fairy fairy…” Wars let go of Hyrule and started to mumble the fairy over and over again.

Sky lightly pushed Wars’ back and led him a bit aways, guiding him in short circle to try to calm him down.

Then everyone else started to shot in varying degrees of shock as they finally processed what just happened. To their credit, the shouting was mostly short lived, but Time had seemingly lost any composure he had before.

“You okay old man?” Twilight nervously asked. Time looked back at him with an ever so slightly crazed eyed.

“You don’t understand, rancher,” Time said with an extremely shaky voice, clearly trying so hard to stay calm, “It all makes sense now rancher.”

“Wha-“

“It explains your healing magic? The you being part fairy?” Legend asked. Hyrule nodded, not wanting to speak any more just yet.

“See? See?! I should-“ Time took in a deep breath, several times, trying to calm himself. Wild came over to him with a glass of water, but Time waved him off, so he went over to Hyrule to offer the glass. He graciously accepted it. Wind tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear.

“I would ask to see your fairy form,” Wind started, “But I don’t think those two could handle it.” He pointed at both Time and the currently walking in circles Wars. Hyrule bust into laugher, nearly choking on his water.

“I apologize for my actions traveler,” Time said as he finally calmed down, “I am just…overwhelmed.”

“Not nearly as much as he is,” Four pointed at Wars, “But yeah, hearing that the traveler here is half fairy is almost as wild as hearing I’m half Minish or something!”

“What’s a Minish?” Wild asked.

“It’s-don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later. It fairy time, right traveler?”

“I still can’t-I don’t really believe you are a fairy, sorry,” Time sighed, “My head is having a hard time wrapping around it.”

“Says the man who ‘fOuGhT tHe MoOn’ huh?” Legend snickered, “I’ve seen weird stuff, so sure! You’re a fairy or half fairy, whatever, you need accommodations or something? You like bees?”

Everyone was confused as to why Legend suddenly asked Hyrule if he like bees. Legend groaned dramatically, “It’s because the fairies in my time like bees, okay? Yes, collectively, they all like bees, they hang out with them a lot.”

“How do you feel about fairies being bottled?” Wind questioned, “Do they like it? I think I remember Cap saying that they were okay with being bottled.”

“Well-“

“How do you feel about someone drinking fairy dust?” Wild asked.

“Champ, we’ve talked about this before,” Twi pinched Wild’s ear.

“But it tastes like fake strawberries!”

“That’s doesn’t make sense!”

“Yes it does!” Wild turned back to Hyrule, “Are you okay with me drinking fairy dust?” Hurtle just nodded. He did not want that conversation to continue. He’s just glad Wild wasn’t eating any actual fairies. Hopefully.

“Bottle.” Wind tugged at the traveler’s shirt, “tell me your feelings.”

“As long as you don’t shake us around, I don’t see what’s wrong?”

“How do you feel about bees?”

“Vet, drop the bee question.”

“But my bees!”

“I still can’t believe you’re a fairy.”

“We still don’t know why there’s a copy of your clothes here.”

“THE TRAVELER IS A FAIRY!”

Hyrule laughed at the cacophony of voice all around him. He had calmed down considerably since the beginning of this conversation, and he could see the tensions dissipate as the roaring voices went on and on. Secrets will always be revealed, and he’s just glad he was able to choose to reveal his secret. Things would be different, strange, and at least somewhat uncomfortable for a while, but Hyrule knew that in due time, everything would be alright. His friends, his newfound family, would be right by his side.

[postgleeworld]

miwip wthursday

[mushroomsie224]

Hey hi hello this is me drawing comparisons between Sofia the First and Percy Jackson because I need to let it out.

Listen. Sofia reminds me of Percy so much. She's a kid who's had to take on too much responsibility at a young age to save the world, fighting villains and whatnot. I feel sorry for them both. Sofia especially, since she doesn't even realise how fucked up it is that she has to do all this! She definitely had more choice in the matter than Percy, but still!

They both have magical abilities. Sofia's is mostly thanks to her amulet, Percy's is due to his parentage. They both can talk to animals, though Percy's ability is limited to horses (adding to that, they both have flying horses), horse-like animals such as zebras, and fish. Percy's abilities are mostly water-related (can control water, can breathe underwater, etc.) while Sofia has a wider range of them. She does have one water-related ability where she can turn into a mermaid, but I can't think of more similarities in their powers.

They both have amazing mothers (Sally Jackson I love you). Both of them grew up mostly without their biological fathers, both fathers also coincidentally being linked to the sea. Both fathers were said to have been lost at sea as well, also in Percy's case this was not true.

Okay, now let's come to their stories. Percy Jackson is part of the Great Prophecy, one that came before his birth. On the other hand, Sofia's fate is also in a way predetermined. Roland mentions that he thinks the amulet chose her. Her whole journey throughout the first three seasons, Elena was testing her to see if she would be the right person to save her, amd when she decided she was ready, she sent her a sort of vision. Sofia also has her own story in the Secret Library that she has to finish.

At the end of their respective series, both have to battle a serious threat in order to save the world. Both times, the threat is a great evil that is possessing a previously-established villain that also happened to betray the protagonist (Luke betrayed Percy at the end of The Lightning Thief; Prisma betrayed Sofia in The Mystic Isles). Sofia has to battle Vor (who's taken over Prisma's form); Percy has to battle Kronos (who's taken over Luke's form). At the very end, both Luke and Prisma, now themselves again, are remorseful for what they did.

Of course, one thing I'll add though is that both Luke and Kronos were far better villains. Yeah that's it. Anyways...yeah. That's the post. I have yet to think about the other characters in both series' and how they compare (apart from their parents which I have already mentioned), that may be in another post if I do find anything significant.

Of course, these are two different pieces of media with two different themes and tones, with protagonists who have very different personalities, but I like finding similarities in things I like.

[randomminty]

Ive only got sv in the brain right now

[violetrains]

so i rewatched Thumbelina with my best friend and...

these male archetypes are kinda familiar huh

[aroacefanartist]

i was thinking abt how usagi and leo are related (like via their shows) and realized they could technically met bc turtleverse

then i thought abt how that means they have an advantage on miles x mikey but then i realized they dont actually so yeah

basically what im saying is any of these characters could meet (especially bc of miles dimension hopping)

[reji-z]

Alright, finally I was able to write something after a long time of a writers block, also this is the first time I upload my stuff to tumblr so yeagh.

For a little of context this is in the spirit's eve of the second year.

It's also up on Ao3 here

First night

The meet-up at the saloon after the spirit’s eve festival is your favorite part of the holiday, everyone is in a good mood, belly full of Gus’s food and some are even slightly drunk already, some as in Shane and you.

You started getting closer to him this past month mostly because of your regular stops at Marnie’s ranch regarding your animals, although it’s hard to say if at some point they were more for catching up with Shane than anything else.

In the beginning it was just about the chickens and whatnot, but eventually you started to talk more, about other stuff, hanging out once or twice and just getting to know each other, and the more you knew him there was this weird feeling about him swelling up deep inside you, a feeling you were trying to hold back as much as you could.

But none of that matters right now, you are sitting next to him at the bar with a couple of empty glasses between you, in silence, just enjoying each other's company.

“So… today was fun, spending it with you, I mean” You break the silence, looking at your finger as you trace it on the rim of your empty glass and rest your head on your free hand “I … kinda have to go now, it’s getting late and i have to get up early tomorrow you know”

Shane turns his head at you way too fast, almost as if your words activated a directive on him “Can I go with you” As soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes what he just said and turns his head away, looking in front of him, at the shelves filled with bottles “I-I mean, if you want to… ”

Was the blush on his cheeks from embarrassment of asking if he could walk with you or just because the saloon was warm from all the people in it, probably the second one, right?

“Uuhhhh… Yeah, why not” you try to not make it obvious that the idea of walking with him late at night excites you, but it feels like your tone betrays you, and if he was more sober, he probably would have noticed.

It takes a while of sitting in silence before any of you finally gets up to actually get out of the establishment, he did first, and you followed him behind only standing by his side once you were both outside.

“So, your place first?, since it’s closer” You ask while turning your head to look at him.

“Sure” He turns to look at you too, and you can’t help but to stare at him, those weirdly charming green eyes draw you in, sitting above eye bags that seem to be permanently glued to him and below some of the prettiest eyebrows you’ve ever seen, and the way the light of the saloon windows lights up his whole face is close to divine, of course he noticed you were staring, and lifted his right eyebrow curiously, breaking you out of your trance and making you whip your head away, feeling your cheeks warm up as soon as he lets out a chuckle “Let’s go”

It was nice, really nice, not only because of the pleasing night breeze, nor the euphoria of the alcohol, but also because of him, walking by your side, it just made you feel happy, somehow, for some reason, a reason that honestly you didn’t want to get into right now.

It… was a short walk, way shorter than you expected, or wanted, now both of you under the ranch’s doorway, lingering, looking at each other, hoping to make these few seconds last an eternity, hoping to burn them in your mind to be able to recall them late at night, hugging a pillow on your bed that felt a little bit too big and too lonely for just one person.

At least that was your reason to stay there, leaving you wondering about why he was still there, why isn’t he turning the doorknob and entering his home to call it a night, why is he also looking at you, into your eyes, maybe he is also—no, that’s a dumb idea, he’s not into you like that, you guys are just friends and—

“Uuhhmm…. do you want to hang out a while more?” What? “I mean, if it’s not too late for you” What? “We can go to the pond right here or something” WHAT? Why is he asking to spend more time with you, and why does he sound nervous, and is he blushing? “Actually never mind, forget I said anything” shit, you are taking too long to answer and he’s backing up, it’s now or never.

“NonoIwanttodothat” shit, too eager.

He smiles, he doesn’t do that a lot, especially if it’s for other people, his smile gets bigger, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sooooo, to the pond it is” he says while still keeping eye contact.

“Actually I know a place” Do you?... Oh yeah you do “It’s this small part of the forest with a pond that’s hidden away, it’s pretty nice” 

“Really? That sounds perfect, lead the way” another smile, you can feel your insides stirring around from the mere fact of him smiling because of you, wait, perfect? Why would he say that? No time to think about that though, he said yes, and soon enough you were walking to the secret woods, trying to not make too much noise, as if worrying about the critters noticing you.

Once you reached the path leading to the pond (and certain primate statue that you forgot to tell Shane about) you heard him gasp.

“Wow… I’m surprised I didn’t know about this place” He says while looking around.

“Nah, not really, it used to be blocked by this huge log of hardwood”

“And you cleared the path yourself?” 

“Y–yeah” for some reason it’s kinda embarrassing to admit that, you don’t really know why

“Heh, you must be pretty strong then” huh? Is he… flirting? Probably not, ignore it.

It didn’t really matter that you didn’t answer, you were already standing in the entryway to the clearing, not really being able to see much in the dark.

“Wait here” you said before walking towards the torches you’ve left around the pond to light them up and returning to his side “So? What do you think”

The torches themselves reflected on the clear waters of the pond, the images flickering from time to time thanks to the movement of the fishes below, their light shining into it and making a faint glow all along the shore, and in turn, reflecting into Shane’s eyes, making their color shine brightly, pairing well with the greenery around you.

He turns around to look at you, his eyes still glistening, open more than usual “It’s really pretty” your heart skips a beat once again, you feel your cheeks start to burn up, he’s got to be flirting, right?

“I-I know right” you start walking towards the east side of the pond, hoping he didn’t notice your reaction “Come, let’s sit”

He followed behind you and placed himself to your left, as you lowered to start untying your shoes you hear him let out a scream and jump in place.

“FUCK! What IS that!” he points to your right, into the dark, and you don’t even have to look to know what he saw to start laughing at him, making him turn his head to you with a puzzled face “Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry…” It’s hard to stop the giggles to form a sentence “…It’s just an old statue of a monkey, i forgot to tell you about it”

He drops his arm and relaxes, lowering to untie his own shoes “God, it scared the shit out of me”

Now both of you had your feet inside the pond, swaying them back and forth, sitting next to each other, your hands so close together yet not touching, keeping just enough distance to not make things too awkward.

“So, what’s that statue doing here?” He asks while looking at the woodskips swim circles in the middle of the pond.

“No idea, it has a plate saying something about a search for something sweet” now you are looking in the direction of the statue, just barely being able to make out its shape, no wonder he got scared, it really looks like a monster from here.

“Huh” It’s all he says back, now both of you fall silent again, still the nice kind of silence, the one where the mere fact of you sharing this moment encompass any words anyone might be able to muster, the kind of silence you didn’t realize you were yearning for, the kind of silence that feels just right. “You know…” he breaks it, making you turn your head to him “… It used to be boring around here…” now he’s looking at you “…but you managed to change that”

“Y-yeah, well, I kinda need a change from my old life and…” now his fingertips are touching yours “…t-the whole farm in a small town seemed like that change”

His fingers are getting closer and closer to yours, getting on top of them, moving around playfully and so are yours, sort of intertwining them in a dance without rhythm, it feels nice.

Once again you find yourself staring at his eyes, and by god they looked even better now, you feel like you could just stare at them all day, stare at him all day, his eyes, his eyebrows, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, his… lips, at this point it was pretty much clear that you liked him, there’s no point in trying to shove down those feelings anymore, at least not now, not when his hand is on top of yours, his eyes fixated into yours, his whole body turning to face you as his left hand raised to hold your cheek.

Wait, you quickly glance at his hand with your eyes and then back at him, he’s still looking at you, and gives you a little smile, what is going on, weren’t you supposed to just hang out, what happened, when did this happened, how did it happened, does he really like you as well? If he didn’t then why would he be—

Your train of thought ends the instant his lips meet yours, you didn’t even notice him getting closer, fuck it, it feels nice, you close your eyes to properly enjoy it, his lips are soft, more than you’d expect from someone that is always drinking at least, they are also warm, sharing their heat with you, spreading it trough your whole body and converging in your chest, warming up a body you didn’t even notice was cold.

It really couldn’t get better than this right?, the guy you like kissing you in a secluded spot in the forest away from prying eyes and only both of you to bear witness to a thousand years old demonstration of one’s affection for someone else, wrong, it could get better, and it did when you felt his tongue poking at your lips, asking for permission to explore further, to feel more of you, and who are you to deny such kind request.

His tongue was slow, careful, maybe he was nervous, how couldn’t he, he’s been making all the moves since the beginning and you just can’t have that now, can you? So you took the lead this time, pushing your tongue into his to make it retreat into his own mouth to let you move around, faster, more aggressive, more needy, as if you’ve been craving for this since the very first time you arrived in town, which you may or may not have.

Your tongues were not the only thing moving around, you feel his right hand move from on top of yours to land at your knee, slowly moving up, gripping your leg at times, making you get more into the kiss, but this feels a little bit too much, too far, especially when he reaches your thigh and gets dangerously close to your crotch, a feeling that makes you break the kiss abruptly and lean back, both of your eyes opening as soon as the contact breaks, and what you see is Shane with a worried expression in his face, an expression that makes your heart sink, you hate that look on him and you hate even more that it’s because of you.

“I–I…” you finally open your mouth to say something “…sorry, It’s just–too much”

“Shit, sorry…” he looks so guilty “…of course I would go and ruin things right? God I’m so stupid”

“Nonono, It’s…” the words seem to be harder to come up with now, the whole build up of the feelings and alcohol catching up with you “…I like it, but not right now, not here” it kills you to say no but you really don’t want that “It’s fine, really”

You move closer to him, making him look in front of him once again so you can lean on him, your head falling slightly on top of his, trying to really show him that it’s okay and you are not mad.

He sighs, leaning more into you and, once again, sharing each other's heat, your bodies taking part of this give and take of energy.

“I guess we feel the same way then” you whisper, not looking at him.

He chuckles “I hope so, it would be really awkward if we didn’t” his comment making you chuckle too, this guy, you swear to god, but that managed to ease the mood, now both of you reveling in the comfort of knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

But alas, no matter how sweet new love may be, it is still not sweet enough for a certain someone in a quest that didn’t seem to be any closer to end.

[u-look-beautiful-today]

Writing a Flower Shop/Tattoo Artist Wenclair AU, stay tuned!

*cough* Enid is the tattoo artist and covered in colorful tattoos *cough*

[lilmothgf]

Chubby & short Builder/Pen headcannons

His nicknames would change for you but he would not directly refer to your weight.. Even he knows it's rude and he admires the work you have done for the town. He would most likely call you Tiny instead of Skinny. Cuz you are so cute and small!

During your first few months in Sandrock he'd be very likely to refer to you as an Armrest... and use you as one.

You once made a comment implying you were too heavy for him to carry.. He took this as an insult on his strength so now he likes to show off by carrying you when he can.

Pen truly does not care about your physical appearance, as long as you are giving him his much deserved appreciation as the Protector of Sandrock.

Though.. He really does love your body. He is just awful at communicating or showing it. You are the only one in town ALMOST as good looking as him!

"My dear Tiny, I love every part of you, if I didn't do you think I'd embarrass myself by being with you out in public? Stop your worrying."

Thinks your height is cute, he is extra devoted to being your protector.

He thoroughly enjoys being called you Knight, the way it makes him feel is divine...

Please please please praise him.. dear builder you will make him melt ❤

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ch. 52: Aftermath (concert 4)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Aftermath | words: 148 | all chapters / prev / next

"Stop giving me the stinky eye, I'm eating," Ron says to Harry, a spoon not quite yet in his mouth.

"You could have told me."

"I'm sorry, ok?, I'll do it from now on," Ron says nodding. "What are we talking about?"

"Malfoy!"

"Ah, of course," he rolls his eyes. He knew this was coming. He knows Harry as the back of his hand and he noticed all the glances, the "Um… so how's been partnering with Malfoy?" And "You had lunch with Malfoy? How is everything?" Or "Wow, he keeps his side of the office quite tidy. Does he make origami still?" And "Who did you invite? Someone from the office?" Honestly, someone should learn subtlety.

"He wears muggle clothes!" Harry hisses.

"Preposterous!"

"And he listens to muggle music!"

"That bastard!"

"Stop making fun of me," Harry punctuates with a soft stinging hex.

"Stop being absolutely bonkers."

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[quantum-chromo-dynamics]

I was waiting for this moment @mango-water (hope I tagged the right person, if not have fun with the German lesson ig)

The surname "Ottovordemgentschenfelde" consists out of 5 words.

Otto

vor

dem

gentschen

felde

Otto ist a simple German name, but Americans and English people pronounce the letters differently than German people.

English people pronounce it o·tow

And German People o·too . Don't pronounce the second syllable like the way you would pronounce the word "too" but rather it's a hard t followed by a long o.

Vor is pronounced foor. And vor means "Infront of" in this context but can also mean before.

The word dem should be easy I'm not sure how to explain it but it is a simple article (Artikel) like das ,der,die etc. but in the Dativ form. if you're not familiar with German in German there are many Artikel but in English there is only "the"

gentschenfelde is another german surname but as obviously seen it can also be found in other longer surnames. It's pronounced gän•Tshen•fell•de

Make sure to pronounce the e at the end strongly and the second syllable should be pronounced without a pause.

Gentschen is a more Bavarian way to day gänse/gänschen(the cuter form of gänse) it just means goose.

And Felde is an old German way of saying Feld(Singular) or Felder (Plural) and just means field

Now just put it all together.

o•too foor dem gän•Tshen•fell•de

Stressed syllables I will write in uppercase to make it more clear:

oTtOvordEMgentSCHeNfelDE

Oh and "sch" is a seperate letter pronounced like "shhhhhh🤫" (sorry I don't know how to explain it otherwise )

8 syllables in total !!!what fun!!

If it's too difficult to understand from the written form alone just put the name Ottovordemgentschenfelde into Google translate and just klick at the pronunciation to compare:)

It's just a long word which makes it seem intimidating at times.

[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

*coughs blood* thinking of convoluted regency romantic literature-esque a/b/o burda

thoughts too long so ill just keep it under a read more instead of the tags

initial thought was dankovsky fixing artemy's posture which led to daniil teaching him manners which led to "oh my god governess daniil"

but i have no idea in what world hed give up being a bachelor of medicine so ofc my first thought was structuralised sexism which my brain helpfully interpreted as hell yeah omegaverse babyy

so now i have daniil with a sexist military father who lowkey loathes that his son who was supposed to work his way to also become a general can't bc hes an omega and omegas cant be enlisted. daniil still wants to pursue his own goals but bc of structuralised sexism, all hes seen as is a homemaker and someone to give birth to children.

he gets a basic education ofc complimentary to his rather well off upbringing but instead of finding an alpha and settling down, he decides to strike his own path and a la jane eyre and ends up as a governess. for years hes used the salary hes earned to fund his own higher ed self-study. hes not a bachelor bc hes not allowed to be, but he works his way to have practically the same knowledge+skillset as one in his own time.

at present hes using his money to fund his own private research into thanatology. it's all done in secret ofc but he publishes some of his writing under a pen name (it's caused quite a stir in the medical field bc it's not published as a scholarly work--danko can't bc if he submits it for peer review, hed have to expose himself--but as very technical "fictional" work which upon testing, proves true results)

his current job eventually ends and he finds new employment under a well known doctor and minor rural noble: isidor burakh. he writes to danko asking for him to educate his son and heir. daniil accepts, hoping that hed be immersed in an environment that would allow him to stealthily learn more medical stuff to aid in his own pursuits. he also accepts expecting a young child to look after as usual.

imagine daniil's surprise when said son is a whole ass 25 year old man.

anyways turns out burakh (the younger) is a bit of a wild child who prefers being in the steppe+town rather than acting as a noble. isidor called daniil in as a last ditch effort bc he feels like hes abt to die soon and artemy rlly needs to learn how to commingle properly w noble society once he officially takes over the family title.

anyways thats the premise!!!! idk abt plot i just want silly etiquette lessons and bullheaded artemy+frustrated governess!daniil bonding. daniil trying to tame artemy but then getting dragged into having fun himself. artemy finding out abt daniil's real dreams and ambitious, passionate personality. him trying to help but daniil being stubbornly independent (he doesnt want to be another omega being saved by an alpha or whatever)

just good old jane austen/brontë sisters romance shit!!!! no plague :)

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

Millie’s backstory is actually so lame. She wasn’t even bullied for it. No one called her “run-of-the-Millie” because she wasn’t good at anything? I expected something deep, that would explain why she’s so obsessed with Priya’s parents, like her parents were so kind to her that she can’t stomach being forced to do all that. Instead she’s kinda disappointed.

Like geez, she’s mad at her generation for not curing polio- POLIO’S VACCINE WAS MADE WHEN JONAS SALK WAS 41. AND he was born in 1914. How is that your parent’s generation!? That’s the Lost Generation! And God forbid teenagers be a little immature when they are young. Their brains are literally wired differently. Anyone who obsesses over development (as I do actually, I study adolescent development for fun) would know that!

Also, assuming she did publish that book she was writing- who is it for? The show is being AIRED on television. People could SEE Ripper and Chase and whoever be morons. Ripper adamantly mentioned his record desire on camera. She’s not selling underground information. The only people who would care about these findings are people who ALREADY subscribe to the idea teenagers aren’t productive human beings. And those people don’t need some “insider information”, because the show already exists. They have DIRECT quotes to source from the other contestants. Why would second hand from Millie do anyone any good? Because she’s willing to punch down and throw her generation under the bus? They’re not going to protect her. The older people who hate them too hate her just as much. She didn’t even try to cure polio.